In all the world there’s nobody like me. Since the beginning of time, there has never been another person like me. Nobody has my eyes, my hair, my voice.
I’m special. No one can be found that has my handwriting. Nobody anywhere has my tastes, for food or music or art. No one sees things just as I do. In all of time there’s been no one who laughs like me, no one who cries like me. And what makes me lagh and cry will never provoke identical laughter and tears for anybody else, ever. No one reacts to any situations just as I would. Continue reading